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Stiles wakes Derek up--with his mouth.“Fuck... Stiles.” Enquiring fingers stroke his hair; a thumb grazes along his jaw and moves up to trace the stretch of his lower lip. “I thought I was dreaming.”Stiles pulls off for a moment to grin up into sleepy green eyes. Spit drips from the corner of his mouth and he wipes it away with the back of his hand. “Not this time. This is the real deal.”

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Stiles shut up. His face was beginning to feel numb where it was pressed against the door, but that was rapidly becoming less and less of a concern in the face of the slightly confused boner he was pressing against the door.